Radio varieties (Sept 1940-June 1941)

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WHAT I THINK OF SWING (Continued from Page 10) irascible roars of their prowling lions. And when a great ope pounds his chest and goes boom, uttering the meat cry or the mate cry, as the case may be, it's a safe bet he's so far up the jungle mountainside that the echo is just ©a-rie background for the soughing of the night wind through the trees. Granting that swing then, is jungle music, let's keep it authentic. They regard me as a fence straddler in the field of swing because I like to blend the sweet with the hot. 1 believe in dressing up my jungle savage in smoothly-tailored tails and top hat and moulding my Hawaiian hula dancer into one of those sleek, formfitting dinner gowns from a smart Fifth Avenue shop — "encasing solid, suggestive jungle sounds in a smooth, mellifluous jacket." That's the way some lad summed it up who swings his adjectives the way I like to think 1 swing my tunes. Something old-new-borrowedblue, I've found to be a winning combination on a swing program. Have "Sweet Leilani" blow "Smoke Rings" "Under a Blanket of Blue" by the "Waters of Minnetonka." Call the medley "Bcogit" and you've got something sweet and torrid. Take a lovely old ballad like "Sweet and Low" or "My Darling Nelly Gray," dress it up m modem style and you've got a number that lends itself to some equatorial sending. And, if you would put your listeners distinctly in the groove, let them cut the rugs to the accompaniment of a hot arrangement of "Prelude in C Sharp Major." I believe swing is here to stay. But the bands that are going to have the popular following will be those whose arrangements subordinate the jump stuff and exaggerated jive to sonorous tonal quality. They must give out quality rather than quantity of tone effect, resisting the temptation to blast full-lunged upon a world already shell-shocked by too much "blitzkrieg." Page 14 Singing Sisters Though they look enough alike to be triplets, four years separate the oldest from the youngest in this comely team of radio singers, the Mullen Sisters, heard Friday evenings on Columbia network's "Kate Smith Hour." Left to right, they are Mary Margaret, the oldest; Imelda Rose, the youngest; and Kathleen. RADIO VARIETIES — DECEMBER